Intrinsic Heart

Like sunflowers, we are always turning toward the sun.  We may not know it, we may feel as though we are lost in the dark, but even underground we are always turning toward the sun.  As the earth rotates west...

How lovely it is to spend the morning with poetry Fernando Pessoa Pablo Neruda Even the names are poetry Sunshine and shadow Reflections on reflections on reflections Light from light, in light, refracted and reunited Pause Take a moment All...

Lately some old wounds and old fights have been coming up in me yet again.  Evidently the scars are acting up, and it helps to remember that scars are signs that you survived the battle and went beyond it.  I...

We think we get over things. We don’t get over things. Or say, we get over the measles but not a broken heart. We need to make that distinction. The things that become part of our experience Never become less...

What does it mean to be original?  In the world of the seemingly mundane, filled with routine, what is original? We are taught to think of “original” in terms of comparison—not the same as everyone else, something different.  Yet the...

True poetry opens a gateway into another realm. What makes a true poem is not its form, but its power to transform the exterior and interior worlds, and in a single stroke change both the witness and the witnessed in...